The Touch Of Respect Is The Touch Of The Family Of Star Bucks. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Every morning that one feel the sun for one feel the warm smile that is in the air yet when one see the moon thus one see the angel of the night for it's the angel that feel the touch of respect is the touch of the family of Star bucks.


Oh how lovely it is just to see the sun shine but yet when he night slip for one shall see the eyes of the family that says welcome to Star bucks but for the touch of respect is the touch of the angels of the night that will fill once heart with respect.


For every touch is like being touch by a rose that is fill with respect yet just to feel the breeze is like the breeze that whisper the name of Star bucks night after night one will be touch by the angels of the night for the touch of respect is the touch of the family of Star bucks.


The touch of respect is the one hing that the family have and yet every min that one drink a cup of coffee that been touch with respect thus every min that the breeze whisper the name Star bucks is the place for a good cup of fresh coffee that is fill with respect yet the touch of respect is the touch of the family of Star bucks.